The private jet hummed softly as we crossed the Swiss Alps, dawn painting the snow-capped peaks in gold. Jeff sat across from me, his long legs taking up far too much space in the cabin. He'd been quiet for the last hour, staring out the window with that intense focus usually reserved for mission briefings."You're thinking too loud," I said, nudging his boot with mine.His lips quirked. "Just wondering why Naz insisted on sending us to this mountain resort."The lie came easily. Too easily. We both knew this wasn't a vacation. The encrypted file Naz had slipped me at the airport burned a hole in my jacket pocket—a single photograph of a chalet with coordinates that matched the last known location of Project Phoenix's lead scientist.The plane hit an air pocket. My coffee sloshed. Jeff's hand shot out to steady the cup, his fingers brushing mine. A simple touch, but it sent warmth curling through my chest."You never did tell me," I said softly, "why you really agreed to this mission.
The first thing I registered was the smell of damp earth and rusted metal. The second was the shackle biting into my left wrist.I blinked against the flickering fluorescent lights. Some kind of underground bunker—concrete walls, exposed pipes, and the distant hum of generators. Jeff hung unconscious beside me, his arms suspended by chains bolted to the ceiling. Blood dripped from a gash above his eyebrow.Across the room, Phoenix lay strapped to a surgical table, her luminous veins pulsing erratically beneath her skin. Nolan stood over her, adjusting an IV drip filled with swirling black fluid."Awake already?" He didn't look up from his work. "The sedative should have lasted another hour. Remarkable physiology."I tested my restraints. Titanium alloy. No give. "What did you do to her?"Nolan smiled, that same charming grin that had once made my pulse quicken. Now it just made me want to break his fingers one by one. "I'm fixing what the Consortium failed to complete."Jeff stirred w
"Told you it was a setup," he growled.Nolan's voice came through gritted teeth. "Not by me. They've been monitoring my comms."A grenade clattered at our feet.Jeff grabbed me and lunged as it exploded, shielding me with his body. The impact rattled my teeth, leaving my ears ringing. When the smoke cleared, Jeff was bleeding from a shrapnel wound in his thigh."Jeff!""I'm good." He grimaced as he stood. "Go! I'll cover you."I hesitated for only a second before nodding. Nolan appeared at my side as we sprinted for the stairwell."You shouldn't trust him," Nolan said between breaths."And I should trust you?"He didn't answer.The sublevel was a nightmare of glass tanks and surgical equipment. And there, in the center - a woman floated in amber liquid, her features achingly familiar.Me. But different. Younger. Her skin traced with luminous veins.A scientist cowered behind a console. "P-please, you don't understand what you're interrupting!"I shot him in the kneecap. "Enlighten me.
The safehouse in Dubai smelled like salt and gunpowder. The ceiling fan wobbled overhead, casting uneven shadows across the maps and intel spread over the rickety table. Jeff leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with those piercing blue eyes that always saw too much.I rubbed my temples, trying to ignore the headache building behind my eyes. Three days since Berlin. Three days since we burned the last of the clones. Three days since I’d slept more than an hour at a time."You need to rest," Jeff said, his voice rough."I need to finish this." My fingers tightened around the dossier in my hands—the last known locations of Consortium operatives still loyal to Julian’s legacy.Jeff pushed off the wall and crossed the room in three strides. He took the dossier from me, his fingers brushing mine. "You’re no good to anyone dead on your feet."I glared up at him. "I don’t need a babysitter."His jaw clenched. "No, you need someone to remind you that you’re human."The words hit
The safehouse in Malta smelled like salt and antiseptic. Jeff’s wound had reopened during extraction, staining the bandages a dark, ugly red. He lay on the narrow bed, jaw clenched against the pain as I pressed fresh gauze to his side."Stop fussing," he muttered, but his hand found mine, fingers threading through my bloodstained ones."You idiot," I whispered. "You should have stayed in Tunis."His thumb brushed my knuckles. "And miss all the fun?"I didn’t laugh. Couldn’t. Not when the drive in my pocket felt like a live grenade. Not when every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father’s skull shatter.Jeff’s grip tightened. "Demi."I shook my head, focusing on rewrapping his bandages. If I spoke now, I’d shatter.He didn’t let me pull away. With a pained grunt, he sat up, ignoring my protest, and cupped my face. His palm was warm, rough with calluses."Look at me."I did.His blue eyes were steady, the way they always were in the middle of a storm. "We’ll burn it all down. Every last
The clone's scream echoed off concrete walls as strobe lights erupted through the darkness.I dropped into a combat crouch, rifle sweeping the blackness—until a boot connected with my ribs. The impact sent me skidding across the interrogation room floor. My NVGs shattered against the wall.Naz's voice cut through the chaos: "Ambush! They knew we—"Gunfire drowned her out.The clone—the other me—thrashed against her restraints. "They're coming!" Blood dripped from her split lip. "The real trap is in sublevel five!"I lunged for her restraints. "Who are you?"Her fingers locked around my wrist with terrifying strength. "I'm what happens when you fail."The door exploded inward.White smoke. Strobing muzzle flashes.I rolled left as bullets chewed through the chair where I'd just been standing. The clone took two rounds to the chest before her restraints snapped. She collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.Naz dragged me behind an overturned exam table. "We need to move!"I grabbed